Reindeer Stories Novels & Stories

she carried Special into it and made her lay. "Remember the snow man from the frozen story, he cracked sparing Abel a glance. "Yeah, she chuckled. "Carrot nose, stick hands and snow body", she added and they laughed to it. Looking at the animal who laid calmly starring away at them, they talked about funny stories their parents told them. Cinderella, Beauty and the beast, Pinocchio... they were so happy and filled with joy while listening to each other's talks. those where fun moments they enjoyed when they where kids, having Special around was so good and Abel promised to always be good to it as it has blessed her union with the prince.

Santa Claus answers gently, “but there are some things even Santa can’t do.” “Nuh-uh.” Ryder insisted. “You can get around the whole world in one night, you have flying reindeer - you’re magic! You can do anything!” “Love is a different kind of magic, dear ones.” He replies. “I’m very sorry. But there must be something else you want for Christmas?”

“Golden wolf did you say “ I ask with a frown . “ yes , she was large and beautiful and her eyes were glowing bright gold “ he says with a far away look in his eyes . I can tell he's thinking about his mate . Standing up I promise to look into the wolf as one ;I am now excited for him and two the memory of the stories of the golden wolf story is pulling at me to look into it . I always thought my grandpa was just telling me fairytail stories . I kiss my brother ,head to the door while looking over my shoulder and say “leave it to me big brother, i shall help you find our queen “ he just chuckles and shakes his head .

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

She responded, and I could feel it; my heart swelled with happiness. "What story do you want us to read for you, Axel?" I asked the moment we got inside his room, and her mom reminded him to brush his teeth, and he was jumping while he went inside his bathroom while I took Megan in my arms, and we hugged each other until Axel came back, and he was showing us his white teeth. We read the stories of Jack and the Beanstalk and The Red Riding Hood, and then I smiled when he was yawning. "Good night, Dad and mom, and thank you, I am so happy tonight, and I couldn't wait to tell Kim that my mom and dad read me stories." He said, and I tucked him on his bed, and we kissed him good night.

And followed by her, I didn't have much time to think about anything else when Jason spoke, apologizing for his sister as he took the things from my hands. … as usual, he looked so good, yet so cute as well today… Jason had a reindeer antler headband on his head, and I wondered if he had grabbed it at the last minute at some store on his way here as I recalled him telling me how his family didn't celebrate Christmas before. But those were just details as we all knew that tonight was more about business than anything else, a friendship dinner to keep things going with no issues for as long as possible. … some things never change about my family…

Adrian knew the truth. His mind went back to when he was a child when his Nana would tell him stories of the wolf people that lived in Alaska. According to her the wolf people were kind and caring, they cared for their community and protected the innocent. He had never truly believed her stories, but he knew the truth as he paged through all three books.

I sat on the couch, legs tucked under me, mug warming my palms. The cabin glowed with firelight, shadows moved across the ceiling beams and the windows reflected orange flickers, making it feel like we lived inside a lantern. Lily yawned dramatically. “Story,” she demanded. Ethan’s shoulders tightened. “I’m not good at stories.” “You are, daddy,” she insisted. “The reindeer one.” He sighed just then like the weight of the world was small enough to be carried in a bedtime story. He started telling it soon with a low, steady voice. Lily listened, eyes drooping, but she was still smiling.

I thought and for some reason I remembered the boy in the fox mask and his story, the one where he had found someone and thanks to that someone, he no longer felt alone "a story in the forest! Is there one like that, Dad?" My father seemed surprised, but still smiled and began to rummage through his great book of tales. He flipped and flipped through, but he didn’t seem to find anything good. "How about snow white? She runs off into the woods and..." "No" I denied with my head "she dies." "But the kiss of love..." "I don’t want a story like that." He smiled. "Right... so... Red Riding Hood?" "She is the kind of child that Uncle Asmodeus would call dumb," I spoke between grumblers.

"Just like I told the girls, best Christmas present I ever got." We sat on the sofa in silence holding and caressing each other for almost for an hour. I got up and went to check on the girls to make sure that they were asleep. We drank Santa's milk, ate his cookies, leaving a few crumbs on the plate, and put the oatmeal back in the box, also leaving a pile grains on the floor near the bowl. Reindeer are very messy animals when they eat.